The key to life
Is a curious thing
Some may describe in as embroidered in gold
and flowing with satin ribbons that cascade down its side.
Every minute of every day of every year
We hungrily search for this key, this treasure,
And bury ourselves to the ground in our searches.
"Where is the happiness? I must find this key
That unlocks the beauty of the world!"
Heads buried, noses to the Earth,
We find nothing but more darkness
And dig ourselves deeper,
As our pits of despair steadily grow.
We dig and search for the key
The key to life.
Day in and day out
We continue to dig ruts into the Earth.
Until one morning dawns
That brings the brilliance of the sun.
Golden rays shine down upon our lowered heads and numbed minds
And bestow upon us the beauty of the natural world.
The sun's rays, so joyful and pure,
Rejuvenate our minds
And remind us of who we are.
Climbing out from our pits,
We follow the warm smile of the sun
And gaze upon beautiful flowers
Of the natural gardens around us.
Slowly, we come back to life
And welcome our blessings.
We no longer scrounge in our greediness
For the key to life.
The sun exudes its golden joy down to us
And the flowers, in full bloom,
Raise their heads high in praise
With colored petals that no Man could ever hope to replicate.
Risen from our ruts
And stepped away from our self-made darkness,
We recognize the golden sun
To be the gold within the infamous key
And the exuberant, lively petals
As the ribbon that adorned it.
With our eyes finally open, we breathe.
"Happiness... Is all around us."
And the golden, divine key to life
Has been beside us all along.